Trying to walk or jump as normal after spending an hour jumping on a trampoline is a depressing endeavor. Life just isn't as exciting when you're not a foot off the ground every few seconds. When I was a little girl, I would daydream about having a house with trampoline floors. I was never quite sure how it would all work out, but I was intent on making it happen. With this history, I'm surprised I'd never thought to inquire about so-called trampoline parks. A trampoline park is my childhood daydream come to life, without the mortgage payment or shaky living logistics. It is a huge room with nearly wall-to-wall trampolines of different elasticity, making for plenty of entertainment and an almost instant reversion to acting like a child. With trampoline parks around, it looks like I can have my second choice in flooring: hardwoods rather than trampolines.
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